I quickly called Liang Hai, but the answer I got was no.
He swore on the phone that he was only looking for me from beginning to end.
Who could be in that house?
Liang Hai also comforted me on the phone: "Maybe a homeless man got in, so don't be afraid."
I simply responded to a few calls and hung up the phone.
However, Liang Hai's statement does not convince me.
People outside don't even want to hear about this house, how could someone get in?
Besides, it's not the coldest winter yet. Where can homeless people stay? Why take the risk here?
I can't find anyone right now, so I can only be cautious.
Soon, the stove began to steam under the firewood.
I put the grains I had prepared in advance into the pot, and then I lowered my head and counted the time.
This is Yang Yang Rice. You need to control the heat so that it is between raw and cooked. It does not work either early or late.
When the time comes, I take the meal to the master bedroom.
There was little furniture in the bedroom, and the only Arhat bed was already peeling off paint and dusty.
I swept away the cobwebs and made a human shape out of rice on the bed.
This kind of old house has not had an owner for many years. Even if there is nothing evil in it, the filthy atmosphere in it is something that ordinary people cannot bear.
Now I no longer have the ability to sense Yin Qi, so I can only do it according to this old folk method.
After finishing all this work, it was basically evening.
The house was already eerie, and in the orange afterglow, it gave people a sense of desolation.
I sat at the door and looked around. When I came in, there was nothing strange except the warm pot stove.
If this is the case, then tonight will basically be safe.
The balance of yin and yang in this kind of house that has been vacant for many years has become a whole of its own.
In other words, if it is not peaceful, something should happen in the afternoon, and there is no need to wait until the evening.
The sky was getting darker and the night wind was getting stronger.
The tall grass half a man looks like a wandering ghost in the night, rustling with the wind.
There was no electricity in the old house, and the only light was a half-cut candle.
I won’t take out the bright flashlight in my bag unless absolutely necessary.
Let's make do with candles first.
It's going to be very cool tonight. The weather forecast says there will be heavy rainfall in the last half month.
My idea of spending the night in the yard was shattered, so I had to go back inside to hide.
The hour hand pointed to early morning, and I couldn't stand it any longer. My eyelids seemed to be glued together, and they kept sticking together.
Half asleep and half awake, I vaguely heard the noise outside the door.
I opened my eyes and saw that the yard was brightly lit, and countless figures were reflected in the windows.
Damn it!
Isn't it?
I stood up slowly and leaned against the crack of the door to listen. There were accents from the south and the north in the yard, and there were all kinds of dialects.
I tried hard to distinguish, and I could hear some clues.
Outside the door, there seemed to be a wedding.
Moreover, it sounds like the room I am in now is the new couple’s new house!
Then won't they be coming in soon?
For a moment, I was so anxious that I went to the room.
If I haven't lost my identity as a Taoist priest, I can save you all from suffering!
I took out the red rope from my pocket, threaded it through the crack in the window, and wrapped the entire room.
This red string is not an ordinary thing, but is taken from the red bellyband worn by babies.
With this thing here, they won't be able to break in for a while.
I had just finished threading the red thread, and there was already a beating sound outside the door.
The cheerful suona approached me step by step.
At this time, I had already taken out the sharp knife.
I bought this specially from the slaughterhouse, and countless large animals have died under this knife.
I used to rely on Taoism to make a living, but now I can only hold a sharp knife and fight for my life.
Seeing the wedding team getting closer and closer, the red rope under the tip of my nose suddenly fell apart.
The sudden break of the red rope almost interrupted all my plans.
There are many evil spirits outside the door. If they rush in all at once, I have almost no ability to resist them.
I turned around and picked up half of the red rope. After a closer look, I immediately dropped the red rope and raised the knife.
The stubble of this rope was very neat. It was obviously not torn naturally, but someone cut it with a sharp weapon!
I looked down and saw a wet mark not far behind me.
The mark is not big, about the size of a steamed bun when touched.
I followed the mark and looked forward, one piece, two pieces...
Looking at the location of this mark, it looks a bit like a footprint, but it's not the shape of a foot at all!
I walked along the wet mark until I reached the Arhat's bed.
On the bed is a rice man made from grains.
